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Show 24 The R E L A P S E ; or, Letters go thro m y Hands; The laft that was writ to Sir Tunbelly Clumfey (for that's the old Gentleman's Name) was to tell him, his Lordfhip would be down in a Fortnight to confummate. N o w you fhall go away immediately, pretend you writ that Letter only to have the romantick Pleafure of furprizing your Miftrefs ; fail defperately in Love, as foon as you fee her -, make that your Plea for marrying her immediately, and when the Fatisue of the Wedding-Night's over, you fhall fend me a fwinging Purfe of Gold, you D o g you. r. F. PGad, old Dad, Til put m y Hand in thy Bo-fomnow C. Ah, you young hot lufty Thief, let m e muzzle you , [£#*£. Sirrah, let m e muzzle you. Y.F. P'fha, the old Letcher . [Afide. C. Well ; I'll warrant thou haft not a Farthing of Money in thy Pocket n o w ; no, one may fee it in thy F a c e- r. F. Not a Soufe, by Jupiter. C. Muft I advance then .Well, Sirrah, be at my Lodgings in half an hour, and I'll fee what may be, done ; we'll fign, and feal, and eat a Pullet, and when I have given thee fome farther Inftru&ions, thou fha't hoift Sail and begone >Kiffing T'other Bufs, and fo adieu. Y. F. U'm, P'fha. C. Ah, you young warm Dog, you, what a delicious Night will the bnue have on't ! [Exit Coupler, Y.F. So, Lory, Providence, thou feeft at laft, takes care of M e n of Merit : w e are in a fair way to be great People. Lo. Ay, Sir, if the Devil don't ftep between the Cup and the Lip, as he ufes to do. Y. F. W h y , Faith, he has play'd m e many a damn'd Trick to fpoil m y Fortune, and I'gad I'm almoft afraid he's at work about it again n o w j but if I fhould tell thee how, thou'dft wonder at me. Lo. Indeed, Sir, I fhou'd not. T. F. How dgft know ? Virtue in Danger. 2 5 Lo. Becaufe, "Sir, I have wondcr'd at you fo often { can wonder at you no more. Y. F. N o ; what wouldft thou fay if a C>iialm of Confcience mould fpoil m y Defien ? Lo. I w o u d eat m y Words, and wonder more tl ever. Y. F. W h y , Faith, Lory, tho I am a young Rakc-hell, and have plaid many a Roguilh Trick ; tin's is (o full-grown a Cheat, 1 find I muft take pains to come up to't, I have Scruples«-• Lo. They are ftrong Symptoms of Death ; if you find they encreafe, pray, Sir, make your Will. T, F. N o , ^my Confcience fhan't ftarve m e neither. But thus far I'll hearken to it; before I execute this Project, I'll try my Brother to ihe bottom, I'll fpeak to him with the Temper of a Philofopher, m y Reafons (tho they prefs him home) fhall yet be cloth'd with fo much Modefty, not one of all the Truths they ur°e, (hall be fo naked to offend his Sight : if he has yet &fo much Humanity about him, as to aihft m e (tho with a moderate Aid) I'll drop my Project at his Feet, and fhew him how I can do for him, much more than what I ask he'd do for me. This one conclufiye Tryal of him I refolve to m a k e - . Succeed or no, flill Viclory's my Lot • Jf I fubdue his Heart, *tis well; if not, I fhall fubdue my Confcience to my Plot. [Exeunt. The End of the Firft Aft. ACT If. SCENE I. Enter Lovelefs and Amanda. Am an. |